In the darkness like an abyss, the Golden Buddha quietly looked at the hairpin.

Then, as if a porcelain vase had suddenly cracked, from the top of the Golden Buddha's head to its feet, it began to be filled with cracks inch by inch. The cracks quickly grew on Jin's body, becoming fragments that scattered in all directions through the air.

The cracked fragments flew into the depths of darkness, but the Buddha statue disappeared in its place.

All the golden light dissipated, and under the Buddha's body, there was a familiar shadow.

With long black hair, black robes, and dark eyes, he was as lonely as a cold abyss, and even the long stick in his hand turned into pitch black.

Standing in front of the hairpin is himself, a completely different self.

This hairpin star, indifferent and violent between his eyebrows, looking at his gaze is crazy and hides a trace of poison. For example, there is an invisible mirror in front of the two people, and two people who are exactly the same but completely different are reflected in the mirror.

"On the side of the Buddha and the devil," Hairpin Star suddenly said: "It turns out that this is your obsession." ”

The master of Jingshan back then, let Yang Zifeng go under the begging of all the people, he saved the world, but he never saved himself. Until after his death, his obsession failed to make him let go of his hatred.

This obsession is distorted, stretched, and turned into an undissipating demon, which merges with the stupa and becomes an invisible test in the stupa. Hairpin previously thought that in Master Jingshan's choice, putting down the butcher's knife and saving the people was the correct answer to pass the trial. But it turned out that if he refused to let go, he would get a glimpse of the true face of the trial.

Master Jingshan hopes that there will be someone, someone who is unwilling to let go, to tell him the answer that he has been perplexing.

And the last layer of the five-wheel tower trial has to deal with his own demons.

So under the shattered Buddha statue, a heart demon hairpin star was born that was completely different from himself. This hairpin seems to encapsulate all her dark side, a cold, evil self.

"Do you fight yourself?" The hairpin muttered, and before the words fell, she saw that the demon was already holding a pitch-black long stick, and rushed towards her violently.

At the front end of the cyan long stick, countless brilliant flower waterfalls suddenly appeared, this flower waterfall was like a continuous torrent, but it stopped abruptly when it touched another pitch-black long stick, and countless star-dotted silver flowers suddenly bloomed from the air, and the silver flowers were wrapped in huge yuan force and rushed towards the hairpin. She rolled sideways, condensing the power of the magic element on the tip of the stick, raising her hand to grasp the long stick and slashing at the top of the opponent's head.

"Bang-" There was a loud noise in the void, as if something had been overturned.

The surging Yuan Force spread a huge tremor in the air, and the hairpin star was forced to fly out by this torrent, holding the carefree stick tightly before standing still, and suddenly looked at the demon in front of him, his face became ugly.

The demon stared at her coldly.

This heart demon was born exactly like the hairpin, and even the cultivation was exactly the same as the hairpin. The hairpin used a mirror to spend the water moon, and she used the fire tree silver flower. Exactly the same moves, exactly the same cultivation, the heart demon even knows her weaknesses better than hairpins. As soon as Fang just fought, the hairpin star felt difficult.

Also, no one in the world knows himself better than himself. And the inner demon is good at capturing people's weaknesses. Otherwise, Master Jingshan is a great master, how can he be bound by demons, and it will still be difficult to get rid of it after a hundred years.

The next moment, the heart demon pounced on the hairpin with a long stick in his hand.

Black Yuan Force gushed out from the front end of the black long stick, this Yuan Force was different from the warm wrapping of the hairpin star, violent and containing killing intent, as if it was about to shatter everything around it. The hairpin star was holding a worry-free stick, the two sticks collided, and the yuan force exploded, and the spiritual veins in the body seemed to be shattered by this yuan force. The hairpin flew out, a sharp pain in her chest, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

It's not okay to go on like this, she is on par with the inner demon's cultivation, but the inner demon will not be injured, but the damage she has suffered here is real. kept fighting, and in the end, she would only be consumed alive.

Died at the hands of his own demons.

The dark eyes of "Yang Hairpin Xing", who was standing opposite, locked her, and when she vomited blood, a trace of bloodthirsty interest seemed to flash in her eyes.

Hairpin frowned slightly, speaking of which, she thought that she had a gentle temperament, didn't like to care, loved the world, and didn't have much obsession with the past, she didn't know that she still had demons. Moreover, this demon is still so dark and crazy.

Is this really her inner demon?

Or is it just a demon imagined by Jingshan.

Master Jingshan had a bad life, and he couldn't let go of the obsession of revenge, but he had to abide by the kindness required to be a good person and a living Buddha.

And he fantasizes about the self who has fallen into the devil's way, selfish, vicious, ruthless, unrighteous and ruthless.

"Why bother?" Hairpin sighed. Good people are always embarrassed to reflect on themselves, this is the way of breaking the world, no wonder being a bad person is much happier.

You can reproduce your past moves, and cultivate into a demon that is on par with yourself. If you want to defeat it, you may have to find another way.

Speaking of which, since she entered the demon world, she has been practicing the "Peerless Heart Sutra", but she has not been able to read "Qing'e Flower Stick" again. Although there was some confusion in the last round of the reincarnation of the five rounds of pagoda and eight sufferings, the previous enlightenment experience was not fake.

"Isn't it a Buddha, it's a demon?" Hairpin looked at himself in front of him and suddenly smiled: "It's not like this. ”

As a Buddha in the eyes of others, if you can't let go of the hatred in your heart, it doesn't mean that he is a vicious, hideous, and vicious demon, not to mention, what kind of demon is it?

The demons she saw in Black Rock City would cry and laugh, speak after breaking, refute when bullied, and dance in shiny clothes, not at all the murderous and bloodthirsty appearance in front of her.

Buddha or demon is not in the eyes of others, what you think you are is what you are.

A cyan light suddenly bloomed from her forehead, and she released the Demon King's Yuan Force to wrap the long stick, and the pale Yuan Force wrapped the black Demon Yuan Yuan and flowed throughout the entire worry-free stick in an instant.

A long hole was suddenly torn open on all four sides of the darkness.

In the dazzling pale blue light, countless cyan lotus flowers bloomed, which was only a bone at first, and then slowly stretched its petals and bloomed. It is clearly a darkness, but it is like a blue sky, under the seat of the Buddha, a moment of inspiration, teaching people's hearts to be cleansed.

And in the green lotus, there seems to be a Buddha looking at all beings with a smile, the golden light is full of light, and the Buddha rhyme is flowing.

"Flowers bloom to see the Buddha-",

The cyan sticks intersected with the black sticks, and countless green lotuses flew away from the air, and those lotus flowers bloomed and withered in the air, and the petals that fell off were like bright lights, illuminating the darkness of the place little by little.

Another hairpin slowly dispersed from in front of him. The darkness was replaced by bright light, and the eyes became brighter.

In the silence, a tooth-aching voice rang out.

"Squeak-"

"Brother Shen!"

"Hmm!"

Shen Changqing walked on the road, and when he met someone he knew well, he would say hello to each other or nod his head.

But it doesn't matter who it is.

There was no superfluous expression on everyone's face, as if they were very indifferent to everything.

on this.

Shen Changqing is used to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, it is an institution that maintains the stability of Great Qin, and its main responsibility is to kill demons and monsters, and of course there are some other side jobs.

Arguably.

In the Demon Suppression Division, everyone has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is accustomed to seeing life and death, then he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but over time he got used to it.

The Demon Suppression Division is huge.

The people who can stay in the Demon Suppression Division are all powerful masters, or people who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppression Division is divided into two professions, one is the town guard and the other is the demon exterminator.

Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Division starts with the lowest level of demon slayer.

Then step by step, he is expected to become a town guard.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level of the demon slayer envoys.

Have memories of the predecessor.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of an attic.

Unlike other places full of slaughter, the attic here seems to stand out from the crowd, and in the bloody Demon Suppression Division, it presents a different tranquility.

At this time, the attic door is open, and there are occasional people entering and exiting.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment, and then stepped in.

Access to the attic.

The environment has changed in vain.

A burst of ink fragrance mixed with the faint smell of blood came to his face, making his brow furrow instinctively, but quickly stretched.

The smell of blood on everyone's body in the Demon Suppression Division is almost impossible to clean.